probably put an end to his existence; and he is preserved for future and constant torment !"

The feelings of the reader shall not be wounded by a farther description; it is greatly to be wished that a remedy could be pointed out to prevent the repetition of such cruelties.

Reflections on the Conduct of Man to the Horse.-(From the French of Sonnini.)

WHERE is the soul, having any human feelings, any pity in its composition, that is not daily tortured in beholding the barbarous crueltics inflicted upon good and useful animals, in our fields, in our roads, and in our public streets? Sometimes laden with the heaviest burdens, proportioned, not to their strength, but to the cupidity of ill-calculated gain, the horse can scarcely proceed along, overcome

with fatigue and blows; sometimes, emaciated with labour and hunger, he pines mournfully at the door of an ale-house, where his master sacrifices his time, and which he must afterwards regain by forced marches; sometimes, out of breath, the body bathed in sweat, the sides gored and bleeding from the spur, the useful horse exhausts his strength to convey, rapidly, the brutal and insolent servant, who, too often, precedes only wealthy immorality. Here, the more he strives, the more he feels the whip; there, after long and excessive labour, he is driven, rather than conducted, to scanty pas tures, or to commons, where he must dispute with sheep the short grass which he can hardly bite, and where, during summer, he remains posed to the stinging of flies, and, at all times, to the inclemencies of the atmosphere, and also to the greatest cruelties of young and unfeeling herdsmen, who prove themselves, not his

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protector, but his bitterest enemy. Always fed with parsimony; compelled, in many places, to endure hunger and thirst; often neglected and despised, their most important services are held of no account. Whatever may be their claims to gratitude, those claims are neglected; and when age, at length, renders them incapable of the ardour, and spirit, and lively vigor of their youth, they are consigned to misery; a dreadful leanness appears and it deforms them; evils of all descriptions assail them: their skins half torn off, are the bleeding proofs of the barbarities they endure: and when, at length, a total decay of strength comes on, when extended on tl:e earth from which they cannot rise, they seem to regret that they can be no longer useful; they turn, with their last sigh, looks of languid affection toward their master, who endeavours to reanimate them by blows, or coldly calculates what the carcase will sell for!

The horse then laid hold of the coller of his coat, Published by William Darton 58olborn Hill, Feb 262814.